The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

1

Easy.

Saw some turkeys on the way here.

Crossed right in front of me

like I wasn't even there.

How rude of them.

That's what happens when you spend

six days a week working in the mines.

Stupid birds start to think

they own these woods.

When's the tour leave?

Couple hours.

Well, let's go.

Hey!

- Hey. You're okay.

- Let go!

You're okay. You're safe.

It's okay. You're here with me.

You're with me.

Okay, okay.

I'm sorry.

We should...

We should go.

Are you coming to the

train station?

I think you have enough people

saying goodbye without me there.

Only a few I actually care about.

It might be easier if I didn't.

It's only a few weeks.

I'll be back before the snow melts.

A lot can happen in a few weeks.

Are we gonna do this again?

Gale, it was an act.

Yeah, it was a good one.

I did what I had to do to survive.

If I didn't, I'd be dead.

I had to do that.

At least once.

Haymitch!

Haymitch!

Haymitch, wake up. It's Tour Day.

Haymitch.

What are you doing?

Cameras are gonna be here in an hour.

If you wanted to be babied,

you should've asked Peeta.

Asked me what?

Asked you to wake me

without giving me pneumonia.

You are a strangely

dislikeable person.

But you do have your virtues.

Would you like some bread, Katniss?

No, I ate at the Hob, but thank you.

You're welcome.

You two have a lot of warming

up to do before show time.

Which is in an hour,

so take a bath, Haymitch.

I just did.

Did you have a good walk, dear?

- Walk? I was just out

- We have visitors.

Miss Everdeen. This way, please.

Such bravery.

Such spirit.

Such...

Contempt.

President Snow.

What an honor.

My dear, I think we can make this

so much simpler

if we agree not to lie to each other.

What do you think?

Yes, I think that would save time.

Sit down, please.

I have a problem, Miss Everdeen.

A problem that began the moment you

revealed those poison berries in the arena.

If that Head Gamemaker, Seneca Crane,

had had any brains at all,

he would have blown you to bits

then and there.

But here you are.

I expect you can guess where he is.

Yes, I think so.

After that fiasco,

there was nothing left to do

but to let you play out

your little scenario.

And you were very good.

That whole love-crazed,

besotted schoolgirl routine.

Impressive. Truly.

You convinced the

people in The Capitol.

Unfortunately, not everyone

in the districts fell for it.

I mean, you can't know this,

but in several of them,

people viewed your little trick

with the berries as an act of defiance.

Not as an act of love.

And if a girl from District 12 of all places can

defy The Capitol and walk away unharmed,

what is to prevent them

from doing the same?

What is to prevent, say, an uprising?

That can lead to revolution.

And then, in a fraction of time,

the whole system collapses.

It must be a fragile system, if it can be

brought down by just a few berries.

Yes, it is, indeed.

But not in the way you imagine it.

How should I imagine?

You should imagine thousands

upon thousands of your people dead.

This town of yours reduced to ashes.

Imagine it gone.

Made radioactive.

Buried under dirt as if it had

never existed, like District 13.

You fought very hard in The Games,

Miss Everdeen.

But they were games.

Would you like to be in a real war?

No.

Good. Neither would I.

Did your mother make these?

Peeta.

He's a lovely boy.

Tell me.

At what point did he realize the depth

of your indifference towards him?

I'm not indifferent.

Don't lie!

You promised.

Why don't you just kill me now?

I don't want to kill you.

I want us to be friends.

But if not friends, then allies.

What do I need to do?

When you and Peeta are on tour, you need to smile.

You need to be grateful.

But, above all, you need to be madly,

prepared-to-end-it-all in love.

- You think you can manage that?

- Yes.

Yes, what?

- I'll convince them.

- No.

Convince me.

For you, Miss Everdeen.

Do convince me.

For the sake of your loved ones.

Stop.

Take it all in.

This is sacred ground.

History was made here.

You'll get used to the smell.

Hello!

There she is. My greatest triumph!

Our little superstar.

Sweetie, we've missed you.

What a cute little house.

So quaint, isn't it?

Of course, you've heard about Cinna?

What happened to Cinna?

Oh, dear, he's a fashion star.

You're his muse.

Everyone in The Capitol's wearing him.

Everyone.

- Everyone.

- Well, not everyone.

Cinna!

Katniss?

Katniss, is this your sister?

Oh, sweetie!

Are you okay?

Just adorable!

- Yeah.

- Ready to work?

- Yeah.

- All right. Good.

Welcome!

Last year, the 74th Hunger Games brought

us the greatest love story of our time.

Two brave young people, against all odds,

chose to die rather than to lose each other.

As a nation, we shared their agony.

But we had so little time

to revel in theirjoy.

It's time!

She's done, she's lovely.

We must feed the monster.

All right now.

Let's go to District 12

and find our star-crossed lovers!

You're excited. You're in love.

Big smiles for the camera

in three, two, one.

There she is! Katniss E verdeen!

The Girl on Fire.

And there he is!

Peeta Mellark! The Baker's Boy.

Trouble in paradise.

I hope they're all right.

Anyone at home?

Should we come back later?

Sorry, Caesar.

Please. It's all right.

It's your day.

It's your day. So how's it going?

We're good.

Rate this script:4.3 / 4 votes